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You've been down for too long it's not right it's just wrong |
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but it's true most unfortunately |
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You're a heartbreak collector and pyscho inspector |
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you're the answer that nobody needs |
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When you check out you can leave in no doubt |
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You failed where all the others suceed |
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And yesterdays dreams have been sold off it seems |
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And though everyone tries |
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No one knows what it means |
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Tell me, Where do you go? |
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Where do you go, my honey? |
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When you hear that shout |
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When all the lights go out |
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Well you don't speculate there's no reason to wait |
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When you carry yourself like you do |
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And there's no need for laughter you feel after |
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you've overthought the rest of it through |
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And how do you sleep when the company you keep |
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Comes up for air faster than you |
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There's no reason to live when the answer you give |
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Are so believable they might just be true |
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And yesterdays dreams have been sold off it seems |
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And though everyone tries |
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No one knows what it means |
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Tell me, Where do you go? |
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Where do you go, my honey? |
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When you hear that shout |
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When all the lights go out |